The Candle #757274

In the darkness, she sits and watches the candle, it’s tiny light glowed dimly to barely illuminate the small room the woman was hiding in. The door to the bedroom was locked tight, three strong locks bolted into the wooden door held tight into place, keeping whatever horror outside the room out, they were a bit rusty from years of use but were surprisingly still in good condition for use on the door which was necessary for the woman’s situation. Cuz' if not, there what's out there might be able to get in.